Are you free

It is not about country or religion

It is not about who are you

Or who I am

It is not about your experience

It is not about who you like or not

It is all about injustice

Unknown person behind the curtains that take decisions

It is all about manipulation and violence

It is all about no ethics

People want to earn money fast

It is all about a fake world

And if you do not stay soft ..

If you don’t keep the inner child

your soul will be lost….

EVA Petropoulou Eva Lianou Petropoulou

Eva Lianou Petropoulou (Greece)

She is an awarded author and poet from Greece with more than 25 years in the literary field published more that 10 books. Her poems are translated in more than 25 languages. She is President of creativity and art of Mil Mentes Por Mexico Association. She represents Greece as a media partner and is a member of IAE India. She’s part of the Global Federation of Leadership and High Intelligence A.C. and an official candidate for the Nobel Peace Prize. She is a World Ambassador of the International Academy of Ethics in India and an Ambassador of Group Poetry as well as a member of several literary groups.

Only for You

My birth is only for you
You are my heart’s fill
I do all only for you
I dream the sweetness in touch of you
I love you for the time uncountable
You are my glory 
You are my sorrow
My loving star lightening my all 
The moon and the ocean always in a way 
As the day and night
Appears to be light and dream
I am only for you.

Chapainawabganj,  Bangladesh
28 August, 2024



Md. Mahbubul Alam is from Bangladesh. His writer name is Mahbub John in Bangladesh. He is a Senior Teacher (English) of Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh. Chapainawabganj is a district town of Bangladesh. He is an MA in English Literature from Rajshahi College under National University. He has published three books of poems in Bangla. He writes mainly poems but other branches of literature such as prose, article, essay etc. also have been published in national and local newspapers, magazines, little magazines. He has achieved three times the Best Teacher Certificate and Crest in National Education Week in the District Wise Competition in Chapainawabganj District. He has gained many literary awards from home and abroad. His English writings have been published in Synchronized Chaos for seven years.

I leave you

I waited for spring with tears,
I have been patient with you.
How many days off do you need?
You enchanted me.

Soft gentle tone,
You will be happy if you drink.
You alone and alone are to blame,
Please answer me, I’m sorry.

Live in peace my dear
Knocking your heart out.
This is very interesting
Don’t find me near you.

The thinnest thread is pulled tight,
And did it crash?
An ax under your feet
You hit it yourself. ok I’ll go

You are the king of my heart
Excuse me, I’ll go by myself now…

HAPPINESS

Heal my sick heart
Follow your path.
my lover is alive
A witness is not necessary, 

My creation is correct.

I hope you are the only one
I don’t look at others.
Even in the vortex of sad dreams
I swim, I walk, I don’t get tired.

My heart sighed, oh
Why the question, why do you ask?
Bathing in the mirror
Why wrap wires?

Don’t hold flowers, don’t wear masks,
Do not build a princess throne.
Darling, let me tell you this…
Your presence is HAPPINESS for me!

Tuliyeva Sarvinoz. She was born on November 8, 1999 in the Beruni district of the Republic of Karakalpakstan. 

She graduated from Alisher Navoi Tashkent State University of Uzbek Language and Literature (2023).
She’s the winner of the state award named after Zulfia (2019) and a teacher of native language and literature at Shaikhontohur District Vocational School, Tashkent.
She is the author of the poetry books “Song of Peace”, “I am a Girl of Truth”, and “Morning Poem”.

Resilient Rising

 
In planning where present and future mix,

Sustainable aspirations with tomorrow’s fix.

We crave for harmony by nature’s grace,

May progress prevail in every place!

From lofty woods to oceans wide,

Sustainable goals will be our guide.

Development must thrive keeping in mind,

A sustainable sacred path  we need to find.

Renewable energies like sunbeam gleams,

We can cherish with sustainable dreams.

Let innovation flourish, let prudence guide,

For coming  generations yet to stride.

In the symphony of civilization, let’s play our part,

In sustainable development, a majestic art.

Communities prosper through restored balance,

Man and  nature persist with great reverence.

Eco-conscious minds allow innovative buds to bloom,

Treasures that we cherish for years are sustainable tombs.

Every intricate steps we make in this grand ballet,

Enables us removing darkness and arriving to a golden day.

Our  beacon of hope is ‘sustainable development.’

Bright future guided by this brilliant advent.

All the resources we have, are pretty scarce.

Green Energies are the tools, solution we searce.

In the core of progress, a whispered creed,

“Sustainable development, our urgent need.”

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turn down the lights
 

these are the nights

i should drink myself

to death

 

that's the problem with

starting out drinking

at a young age

 

it takes so damn much

anymore to even get

close to the end

 

it ain't worth it

 

play some music

 

turn down the lights

 

remember the last one

that ever wanted to

kiss you

 

if she only had a way

to get out of that shitty

marriage

 

who knows

 

soon the scotch will

switch to gin

 

that is what the inner

child likes to call

torture

 

iron sharpens iron

 

the shotgun in the

corner has dust on it

 

i suppose that says

more than even i

believe it does
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all hope is lost
 

there is a darkness around me

some days

 

a pain that lingers in the background

like an awkward kid at the prom

 

but as that pain lingers

especially as i have grown

older

 

every fucking twist and turn

 

the poems start to be written

in blood

 

all hope is lost in a fucking

sewer miles away

 

no one ever loved me and

i am painfully aware of it

 

on most days, i don't even

bother to fight off the demons

anymore

 

what's the point

 

death has been on my mind

for over forty fucking years

now

 

longer than some of my friends

ever lived

 

will it be a mirror or a spoon

 

laughing at the moon or loading

the bullets into a homemade gun

 

i still hide the knives in the bushes

just for old times' sake

 

last time anyone actually cared
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not your blood
 

trembling hands

covered in blood

 

not your blood

 

love rushes in

when reality

fades away

 

a final breath

amid chaos

and mayhem

 

you always knew

he wanted death

to be one hell of

a story to tell
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eyes that would haunt a ghost
 

broken neon scattered

across the sky in another

one of my broken dreams

 

she always has brown hair

brown skin, a great ass

and eyes that would haunt

a ghost

 

somehow, she is in love

with me, an overweight

poet with a wicked tongue

 

if you know what i mean

 

hand in hand in the rain

 

laughing at nothing at all

 

her kisses are like a lovers

lament

 

often, she will try to kill

me in these dreams

 

on a rare night, we make

love in a parking lot

outside of some shitty

bar

 

i had a friend ask me

if i ever was in love

 

i told her your guess

is as good as mine
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welcome to love with a poet
 

she tasted like cherry cream soda

 

curves in all the right places

 

how much is this going to cost me

 

well, eventually your life

 

she showed her hand, hoping

for a ring

 

i was fresh out of ideas and excuses

to say no

 

i put a rubber band on her ring finger

 

she laughed

 

i said welcome to love with a poet

 

we might have lasted another month

or so

 

eventually, the laughs were glasses

being thrown against walls

 

fists into bricks

 

you know

 

the typical white trash utopia break

up shit on a saturday night in the sticks

 

i still think of her

 

i still have the scars


J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is slowly dying in the suburbs, realizing that the story only gets sadder from here. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Mad Swirl, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Beatnik Cowboy, The Rye Whiskey Review and Disturb the Universe Magazine. His most recent chapbook, Altered States of The Unflinching Souls, with Casey Renee Kiser, was published in August. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)

You want me to forget you? 

Easy 
Force my eyes to look at things 
without seeing the sparkle of your smile 
Wipe from my hair the tenderness of your touch 
Remove the warmth of your hugs from my cold arms 
Teach your name not to slip from my tongue when I speak to someone else 
Yes, 
Find another beat for my heart 
And I will disappear like a snowflake when it touches warm ground 

If I didn’t love you, would I survive?
 
Regardless of the fact that I will die like everything on this Earth 
And my body will become fertilizer for the trees 
Or 
Some of it will stick in the tires of cars 
Or 
Maybe hungry birds will crave 
pieces of meat and attack my body with their beaks 
I will become abandoned rubble 
Brooms will kick me from one garbage can to another 
I say: 
Despite all the bad thoughts that may grow in my head 
If I didn’t love you, would I survive? 



Faleeha Hassan is a poet, teacher, editor, writer, and playwright born in Najaf, Iraq, in 1967, who now lives in the United States. Faleeha was the first woman to write poetry for children in Iraq. She received her master's degree in Arabic literature, and has now published 26 books, her poems have been translated into English, Turkmen, Bosnian, Indian, French, Italian, German, Kurdish, Spain, Korean, Greek, Serbia, Albanian, Pakistani, Romanian, Malayalam, Chinese, ODIA, Nepali and Macedonian language. She is a Pulitzer Prize Nominee for 2018, and a Pushcart Prize Nominee for 2019. She's a member of the International Writers and Artists Association. Winner of the Women of Excellence Inspiration award from SJ magazine 2020, and the Winner of the Grand Jury Award (the Sahitto International Award for Literature 2021). She served on the Women of Excellence selection committees for 2023, was a winner of a Women In The Arts award in 2023 and a Member of Who's Who in America 2023. She's on the Sahitto Award's judging panel for 2023 and a cultural ambassador between Iraq and the US. 

I'm gonna be happy.

One day a flower will open for me,
The way will always be open to me.
It's always a fun day
I will be happy, believe me.

Spring will surely come for me,
Trees bloom early in the morning.
You can also have lunch at a glance at the flowers
 I will be happy, believe me.

A rose will soon grow for me Honey is really the happiest Summer is a big work for me I will be happy, believe me.

 Ilhomova Mohichehra  7th grade student of Zarafshan city, Navoi region, school No. 9.